A visit...

12/1/06
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recently i visited Mazaar-e-Ghalib.....felt bit helpless wen cudnt read wats written on the mazaar!.......ther around 8-9 verses came to my mind then n ther.,...ghar aate

aate 3 yaad rahe.......thats the last thing i wrote...


Mitaane de usse ab bachaane ki rehmat naa kar
Mere mazaar par yu aane ki tu zehmat naa kar

Ahal-e-hayaat ki had tak mukarrar ho mera wajood
Jo khwaahish-e-marg mai karu aaj,naseehat naa kar

Fanaa ho jaayega har lams-o-nishaa rafta rafta
Khwaab me bulaakar bewajah kayaamat naa kar..

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ahal is ppl.....hayaat is life.....marg is death .....meaning is like this
mai kuch aisa karu ki iss zindagi se realated jitne bhi log hai unme mai hamesha ke liye maujood rahoo.....magar agar mera kabhi khud marne kaa jee kare to plz koi

naseehat naa kare..!.....in short let me live my way.........very Ghalib!

lams is touch...
like if a lover is left like dessereted he may perish with time......magar agar khwaabo me wo beloved se mulaaqaat karne lage to wo bhi usske liye kayaamat se kam

nahi hoga......so again...let me die my way....don create whole draama for no reason....[and if ne...let the reason be love!]
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